Daydreaming as I peer out my writing room window, I imagine myself whisked away by my husband to the Mammoth mountains just a simple 4 or so hours north of here. The morning starts with warm buttermilk biscuits dripped in honey, scrambled eggs and sausage, a hot cup of Earl Grey for me, and a cup o’ Joe for him, to ready us with energy for the slopes. Donned with all the ski gear to keep us toasty, we take to the gondola that carries us up the fluffy face and on to a long, fun, thrilling day of swish-swhoosh-swish!
Later, we return, wash up, and jump into warm, dry clothes for a much needed apres ski, sitting around the fireplace, heating our socks, gobbling up pizza and wine. For dessert, we warm our hands and bellies with the sweetness of Rock-Chocolates (hot chocolate w/a shot of vodka and topped w/a dollop of whipped cream). Wrapped up in blankets and hours of great conversation, here, is where we end the day: